“I crave silence, it can feel physical, weighted just enough to create an ease of comfort, a solitude of security.”
In the middle of this era of paradox, I find solace in the simplest of things, most importantly, silence. This seems to be my most needed element and the thing that fuels me best. Mornings are always the most inspiring as the sun rises, moving shadows throughout the silent shell of my apartment. I crave silence, it can feel physical, weighted just enough to create an ease of comfort, a solitude of security. It is during this time of silence that wonder comes clearest, when I see the world best in my minds eye, where I am, my city and state, the world spinning amongst the stars. Here is when I best feel our collective humanity, sense that somewhere someone is thinking and feeling the same.
I am at this point infatuated with dead silence, the heavier the better and the skylight the deeper, deepest it can be. In a time of social distancing I am at the extreme, as I focus more on the meaning I’ve been desperately trying to find. Silence and meaning seem to go in stride, both have the same comforting heaviness I nuzzle up to, while embodying the properties of clarity, and the infinity of faith. This is where this era has lead me, or I have lead myself.
“ It feels as though silence has the answers, though I am internally too loud to hear.”
I always seem to come back to silence and stillness in everything I create, a circular path that feels like a lesson I’ve yet to fully learn. It feels as though silence has the answers, though I am internally too loud to hear. In this era I am especially dependent upon silence, where everything feels as if its hurling about, desperately trying to be like gravity and the infinity of silence.
